| Trace of a Cat's Eye |
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| When the leaves have changed |
| When the world around you starts to grow deranged |
| The faces that you see are looking strange |
| And your principles have all been rearranged |
| When only tears remain |
| In the residue the ruins of your brain |
| Start looking for a way you can explain |
| Though the reasons should’ve made themselves quite plain |
| And then you’ll think of me |
| In the moment when we’d almost broken free |
| Your mind will start its drifting wistfully |
| To the corner of your heart nobody sees |
